Look, I’m not saying that the hero of “Pegasus Express” could be bribed into using his powers for evil. But if he can pick up some ethical side work on the way, well, where’s the harm? — Especially if there’s good money in it. Very few entities out there object to getting paid.
I was going to write up an entire song, set to the Can-Can music which I only know from my childhood watching supermarket commercials*. But I won’t do that, because it was going to suck, and I only show you good things. Like my Patreon! At a buck a month you get fiction every week, and a short story and gaming material every month. You want this deal. You need this deal.
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I suppose you can blame “Liberty Reclaimed” on that one Mass Effect 2 DLC. The image of the Statue of Liberty’s head in a hoarder’s room somewhere… did not appeal to me. This isn’t ME fanfic, of course, but space opera is space opera.
‘The Case of the Forged Fissionables‘ could be longer, except that I’m having enough trouble writing the post-apocalyptic fantasy detective novel that I’m writing now, let alone starting a pulp SF detective novel where I don’t even know what the ‘case’ is. A man’s got to know when to concentrate on one thing at a time.
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I think “But Is The Warranty Voided?” was because of something involving my phone, but I don’t remember. Also, weirdly: I thought that I had put it up already, but apparently not. Not much else to say, honestly.
Ah, “Proper Division of Badassery.” Come, I will conceal nothing from you: I had a burning desire to use the phrase ‘bum-legs’ in something and have it make sense. And lo! — it has been done.
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Prologue/Chapter 1
Chapter 2, Part 1
Chapter 2, Part 2
Chapter 2, Part 3
…And Chapter 2, Part 4 is here.
Fiction: Dig Two Graves
Gaming: Shoppers For The Ghoul-Lords, Part 6
And I am done. The baronial newsletter is out, the stuff is out before deadline, two stories got submitted for likely rejection, the kids have been trick-or-treated and fog-machined and put to bed, and I even put together eight hundred words of flash fiction in a half hour that didn’t entirely suck. I got nothing left, folks. I am running on fumes.
Happy Halloween!
Ah, “Broad-Spectrum Colony.” The day may come when I resist the urge to make an obvious pun in the title. …But it is not this day.
